The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

She's back.

Lu Mingzhao looked down at her hands outside the quilt, then raised her hands to touch her face.

She is really back!

At the age of twenty-three, when she had just given birth to her youngest daughter and was extremely weak, a soul entered her body.

Then, a transmigrator who called himself the "female protagonist" and the "system" started chatting in her mind.

The woman who traveled through time wanted to experience ancient love and raise children, but she didn't want to give birth herself, so she chose a woman who was in a loving marriage and had three children—Lu Mingzhao.

At that time, her husband, Zhou Ningchuan, had just been enfeoffed as the Marquis of Zhongjing.

Lu Mingzhao didn't even get to enjoy the treatment of a Marquis's wife for a single day before she was possessed.

In the past fourteen years, she has only been awake a handful of times.

Each time, she could only watch helplessly as the transmigrated woman used her body to wreak havoc, never having a moment of control over her own body.

Occasionally, if you're lucky, you can learn about the three children's current situation from snippets of conversation between the maid and the time-traveling woman.

It has been seven years since she last woke up.

Lu Mingzhao cursed the transmigrated woman a thousand times in his heart.

Although it's unclear why the time-traveling woman suddenly disappeared without a trace.

But the feeling of having her body back quickly made her overjoyed.

In any case, she came back.

Lu Mingzhao didn't know how long she could control her body, and she couldn't wait to see her husband Zhou Ningchuan and her three children before losing control.

Lu Mingzhao quickly threw off the covers and got up, putting on her shoes halfway before running outside, cheerfully shouting as she ran, "Zhou Ningchuan! I'm back!"

"Where are my Li'er and Xu'er? Where is my little treasure? Come and greet me!"

"..."

She was greeted only by the somewhat frightened and numb eyes of the maids and servants in the courtyard.

A woman dressed in fine clothes, who looked to be in her fifties, came over and said gently with her head bowed, "Madam, the master hasn't returned yet. Please rest first, and you can perform later."

"play?"

Lu Mingzhao was stunned for a moment, then was attracted by the old woman's clothes.

Lu Mingzhao and Zhou Ningchuan grew up together in a small mountain village, both wearing patched-up coarse cloth clothes.

Later, Zhou Ningchuan joined the army and sent all his money home.

That year, Zhou Ningchuan sent a letter saying that he had become a squad leader and would soon become a centurion, and told Lu Mingzhao not to be reluctant to wear his clothes.

She then gritted her teeth and spent one and a half taels of silver to buy a light blue satin robe.

Before giving birth, she carefully laid out her clothes by the bedside, but before she could even wear them, they were taken.

Her family is really rich now.

Even the old lady in the house is dressed so beautifully; this fabric looks much more expensive than hers!

Seeing that the lady was staring at her, the old woman couldn't help but regret her earlier outburst.

Doesn't she know the lady's usual temper? Why say another word!

Before the lady could punish her, she knelt down with a thud, gritted her teeth, and skillfully slapped herself with both hands.

"This old servant is at fault! This old servant deserves to die!"

Lu Mingzhao was startled and quickly reached out to stop her, pulling her forcefully: "What, what are you doing?"

"I'm not blaming you!"

Unfortunately, this body is no longer the same as it used to be when climbing mountains and chopping wood; it couldn't be lifted up even after two attempts.

The old woman, worried that she might get tired, stood up.

Even after standing up, the old woman kept her head down, not daring to look at her: "Thank you, Madam, for sparing my life. This old servant was too talkative; even death wouldn't have been too much for me!"

Lu Mingzhao withdrew his hand with lingering fear, muttering "strange thing".

After a long pause, she tentatively asked again, "Where is Zhou Ningchuan? I need to see him."

The old woman hesitated for a moment, but still braced herself and answered truthfully, "The Marquis is stationed in the Northwest."

Lu Mingzhao: "Why did he run so far away? When will he be back?"

The old woman broke out in a cold sweat: "The Marquis has been in the Northwest for seven years, and he hasn't said when he'll return to the capital..."

Lu Mingzhao suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What about etiquette and order?"

"The old man lives in the east courtyard and comes to visit you once a month."

"Second Master lives in the west courtyard. He got into trouble not long ago, and First Master has already written to the Marquis to tell him. He's been told to reflect on his actions in the courtyard, and he's throwing a tantrum right now."

What is all this about?

Lu Mingzhao's unease grew stronger: "Then...where is my daughter?"

The old woman didn't understand why her mistress was asking about things she already knew, assuming she was just rehearsing, so she lowered her head even further.

"After you arranged the engagement for Miss last month, she has been staying in the courtyard and refusing to see you."

A moment of confusion flashed across Lu Mingzhao's face.

But she quickly regained her composure and grabbed the old woman's wrist: "Have I been behaving strangely these past few days?"

Finally, the question she could answer with peace of mind arrived. The old woman hurriedly said, "It's not strange at all, but you wrote a letter before your afternoon nap and put it on the dressing table, forbidding us from touching it. You also said that when you woke up, this old servant should remind you to open it and take a look."

really!

Lu Mingzhao immediately turned around to look for the letter.

The letter was written in small, fluttering handwriting: "By the time you read this letter, I will have already left."

"I'm so sorry to have borrowed your body for so many years, but I feel that you are not as happy as I imagined, but rather quite pitiful."

"Your husband cheated on you with his female brother and has been away at the border for seven years. I wonder if you regret having encouraged your husband to seek fame and fortune."

"Your eldest son is very inconsiderate and doesn't understand me at all. He's very distant from me. He's such an ingrate."

"Your youngest son is very well-behaved and adorable, and I love him dearly! But he's going through a rebellious phase, and no matter how I try to discipline him, it's no use. I don't advocate hitting children, so I just have to let him be."

"Your daughter is the most annoying one. She strongly resists the marriage I arranged for her. That's the youngest son of the Duke of Protectorate! Your daughter is really too insensible..."

"Oh well, you're really unlucky. The mistress of a noble family lives worse than a concubine. Never mind, the rest is up to you~"

This letter made Lu Mingzhao's vision go black and black again.

No wonder the time-traveling woman left so decisively.

It turns out I left her with such a huge mess!

The letter did not describe in detail what had happened, but it is easy to imagine that her husband had gradually drifted apart from her over the years and even had a new lover.

One of her two sons became estranged from her, while the other was spoiled and misbehaved.

The youngest daughter was also arranged to marry, and now she is extremely estranged from her.

Lu Mingzhao took a deep breath and called over the old woman from earlier.

"What's your name?"

"This old servant's name is Zhao Xianglan."

"Aunt Zhao, when did you start following me?"

Zhao Mama lowered her head and said, "Not long after the Marquis was ennobled, this old servant was bought into this household."

"Fine, I want you to tell me all the ridiculous things I've done over the years, from beginning to end."

"This... I don't quite understand what you mean by 'absurd things'."

"It's about what I did that caused Zhou Ningchuan and the kids to distance themselves from me."

Zhao's mother suddenly raised her head and looked at the lady with a look of horror in her eyes, only to see that the lady's expression was serious and solemn.

"Well, this old servant will try to name a few things, but I don't remember them very clearly, and I don't know if they are true or not..."

Zhao Mama swallowed hard, recalling tremblingly, "...The year I entered the manor, the Marquis refused to stay in the Madam's room. In your anger, you almost beat several maids serving the Marquis to death in public..."

"...When the eldest son was eight years old, he refused to eat the steamed fish you made because he was allergic to fish and shrimp. You punished him by making him kneel on an iron plate for two hours. When the Marquis found out, he was furious and took away your stewardship."

"...When the eldest uncle was nine years old, he was playing with the sixth uncle and accidentally pushed the second uncle, causing him to fall. You were so angry that you slapped the eldest uncle and scolded him for being filthy. When the Marquis found out, he took the eldest uncle and lived outside for a whole year."

"...When you were 10 years old, you were clamoring for a divorce, talking about freedom of love and wanting to go out and hug men. The Marquis locked you in the mansion and forbade you from going out to socialize from then on."

"besides……"

"That's enough!"

The veins on Lu Mingzhao's forehead were throbbing.

Seeing that Zhao's mother's lips were dry from talking, Lu Mingzhao silently poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her.

Zhao Mama licked her lips, still wanting more: "Madam, this old servant isn't tired, I can still talk."

"I know."

Lu Mingzhao held his head and said in a trembling voice, "I just can't bear to listen."